Hey Barack, You’ve Got Mail!
The following is the sworn affidavit of Allen Hulton obtained by WND. His credentials and proof of employment with the U.S. Post Office are available here. Mr. Hulton was the postman who delivered mail to the family of Weatherman Bill Ayers when they lived in Glen Ellyn, Illinois. Allen swears on one occasion that Mary Ayers said they were financially supporting a black man, a foreigner, through Harvard. At another time, Allen met this black man who started up a conversation with him while standing on the sidewalk outside the Ayers’ home when he was delivering the mail. The foreigner announced that he was going to be president of the United States someday! The foreign student that the Ayers were helping was Barack Obama according to Mr. Hulton.
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Allen Hulton, being duly sworn, on oath deposes and says:
1. I am a resident of Belvidere, Illinois. I have personal knowledge of the facts contained herein.
2. I was employed by the United States Postal Service in DuPage County, Illinois, as a letter carrier from March 28, 1962 to March 30, 2001, on which date I retired. Attached hereto as Exhibit A are documents that support that I was employed with the United States Postal Service.
3. From late 1986 to 1997, I served at the Glen Ellyn, Illinois post office, postal zip code 60137. My primary duty at the time was to deliver mail on Route 6.
4. During my time at the Glen Ellyn, Illinois post office, I delivered mail to [redacted] Glen Ellyn, Illinois, the residence of Thomas and Mary Ayers, who were the parents of Weather Underground activist, Bill Ayers. The area in which they lived was upper middle to upper class. Thomas Ayers was the president of Commonwealth Edison at the time.
5. While making deliveries to [redacted] Glen Ellyn, Illinois, I spoke with Mary Ayers approximately 18 to 20 times, and with Thomas Ayers on at least one occasion. I also delivered certified letters to Weather Underground activist Bernadine Dohrn several times at the [redacted] who was staying with the Ayers for a short period of time. I knew who Bernadine Dohrn was at the time I was delivering the mail, but I did not have any conversations outside of obtaining her signature for the letters.
6. During this time, I never met Bill Ayers; however, I attended Glen Bard High School (now Glen Bard West) with Tim Ayers, Bill Ayers older brother. I would have graduated in 1961. I did not graduate with my class, but I did receive my GED while in the service. It was this relationship with Tim Ayers that allowed me to speak more easily with Mary Ayers.
7. When delivering certified mail to Ms. Dohrn, I was aware that she was not a people person. At our class reunion, approximately 5 years ago, I asked Tim Ayers about Ms. Dohrn. Tim Ayers stated, “She’s a star,” and bragged about how her students loved her.
8. I recall speaking with Thomas Ayers on one occasion shortly after the Ayers had moved onto my route. When we spoke about my job with the postal service, Thomas Ayers spoke like a Marxist and talked about the class struggle between the rich and the poor.
9. In the early 1990s, I spoke with Mary Ayers who told me she was
impressed with a foreign, black student. I do not recall from what country she said he was. I recall that the student had an unusual, foreign sounding name. Mary stated Thomas Ayers was helping this student through school financially.
10. A period of time, I am not sure of the exact period of time, after the conversation with Mary Ayers, while delivering mail to the Ayers’ residence, I was approached by a young, black male in front of the house and struck up a conversation I with him. The male introduced himself. He had an unusual, foreign sounding name. The male stated he was there to thank the Ayers family for the help they had provided him with his schooling. The male was young, tall, thin, had a light complexion, and had ears that stuck out. He was polite, articulate and spoke with no foreign accent. He stated during the conversation that he was “going to be” President of the United States. I was taken aback by this statement because he came across as if his presidency was prearranged.
11. During the 2008 presidential campaign, I saw several news reports detailing a relationship between candidate Barack Obama and radical activist Bill Ayers. These stories reminded me of my conversations with the Ayers and my encounter with the young black male with the foreign sounding name. The facial and physical characteristics, as well as candidate Obama’s voice, matched that of the young black male I met at the Ayers’ home. I am positive that the black male I spoke with in front of the Ayers house that day was indeed a young Barack Obama.
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If these statements, ” I want to be president of the United States” or ” I am going to be president of the United States” sound familiar, the same words were repeated to a U.S. Marine who was visiting Hawaii in 1980. These similar statements follow the one that Barack Obama reportedly said at age 9, ” I want to be Prime Minister of Indonesia.” Supposedly, at another time, Obama wrote, “King” in wet cement showing his future aspirations, when his official title for himself wasn’t yet fully set in his mind. Yes, he had dreams of grandeur early on or else his dreams were those of others who had predetermined his destiny.
An interview was reported by John Carlton on December 3, 2009 at the Post and Email entitled, “Obama in 1980 said he was born in Mombasa, Kenya
ADMISSION MADE TO MARINE, TESTIMONY PUBLISHED ON-LINE.” (One must be a subscriber to read the article there, but it was also published in full at this link.) Following are a few excerpts of the Marine’s testimony.
“While back in Hawaii by late June of 1980, we went back to Honolulu for liberty. I don’t remember the exact address, or the exact business, but one August night, early August 1980, I stopped at a small shop that was either on Kalakaua Blvd. or the street just north of it, one block north. I struck up a conversation with a young man, Mulatto, about 18, all teeth, smiling, skinny, short hair that I remember, at least short for the year we lived in.
He told me he lived in Hawaii. Not too many black Americans lived in Hawaii at all, now or then, so he being there was an oddity. I asked if he was in the service and he said no. I told him that I was a Marine and had recently gotten back from float. We spoke of world travel at this time and I told him the places we went to.
What strikes me most is what he said as to where he grew up: Indonesia. He told me he wanted to be President of the US someday. I remember lightly smiling and commenting that maybe by the time he gets to be 40 or so, America will be ready for a Black man to be President, and I wished him luck. We spoke of the racial tensions I saw at home while growing up and I asked him if he ever saw that overseas or since he returned back to Hawaii. I don’t remember his answer, but we spoke more of his time overseas and his thoughts on life and philosophy of government. He made some strange comments to me, it was obvious he never set foot for any time on continental United States, and I told him he better realize that he is making judgments about the United States when he himself never actually lived there. I told him, “ Hawaii aint the United States !”
He also told me something that I never forgot, for it caused me to do some other things in an effort to be nice to him and possibly a favor. We spoke of where I had been and the world as I saw it. I told him I had been to Africa , Mombassa specifically, and he said to me abruptly, “I was born there”. I told him he is not eligible to be president if that was true, but I remembered he said his mom was an American, so, maybe it was okay. But it was what I did after that makes this a true memory: I went back to the barracks and told others of this guy and suggested we all grab our photo albums and visit him again and show him pictures of Mombassa so he could see where he was from.
No one wanted to go, and at that time, my camera had failed the weeks before we hit Mombassa and it was late August or early September until I had borrowed someone else’s pictures to develop myself so I had copies of where I was. But I never forgot meeting that man for those reasons. I was going to do him a favor and show him his home country of birth. And I never went back for some reason, most likely I forgot to or just felt that a one time chance encounter would be meaningless to both of us and didn’t mean we were friends.
In the light of what is called “The Birther” movement, these memories are still foremost in my mind concerning this. While I cannot swear it was Barak Obama, all the details I do remember of that chance encounter fit the profile of the man who some people claim is born in Kenya and others claim he was born in Hawaii. The man I met was about 18, thin, Mulatto, told me he was born in Mombassa, raised overseas, was living in Hawaii and hadn’t yet been to many places in the world outside of those places, mostly, hadn’t been to the mainland of America for any long time period if at all. And he openly told me he wanted to be President.
And I remember that face, the face of a young man who sat on a table to my right front, his hands resting on the edge of the table, him leaning forward, his smile, all teeth. It was Barak Obama. I don’t know if I’d bet my life on it, but I am willing to tell people openly at the risk of my ridicule. I was there, and saw him, spoke to him, and he openly told me he was born in Mombassa Kenya, not Hawaii.”
Here we have two reputable men swearing they met Barack Obama in the 1980 and 1990’s. The mailman delivered mail to the family of radical Bill Ayers (just a guy that lived in the neighborhood), and a U.S. Marine who recalled meeting a young man in Hawaii while he was on liberty. Both the Marine and the mailman were told that the person they met said he was going to be president of the United States. Both men recognized him as a foreigner. One was told that he was born in Mombassa, Kenya, and the other knew his education was being financed by the Ayers. Both were able to describe the man they met, and their recollections say it was Barack Obama.
Such coincidences: Two separate places, Honolulu, Hawaii and Chicago, Illinois; two different men, a Marine and a postman; tell their stories occurring ten years apart of meeting a young mulatto man who was a foreigner. Both men had chance encounters with this young man where they were told the same or a similar statement, that he was going to be the U.S. president someday. Two men identify that foreigner as Barack Obama.